forum The Innocent and the Bad Boy (CLOSED)

Started December 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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She thought for a moment. "Yes. That would be nice."

“Come on then.” He grabbed his bag and made sure Paige had hers before taking her hand in his and setting off.

Paige let herself relax. Colton was with her, she was getting a ride home. Everything would be alright. As they were walking down the hallway that led to the doors for the student parking lot, someone came up behind them and grabbed Paige's bicep.
"There you are."
Paige jumped and whipped around, staring into the cold face of…
"M-Mom?" she whispered.
"Don't 'Mom' me, young lady! Where have you been all day?!" Mrs. Turner was furious. "I saw you get on the school bus this morning, but all of your teachers said that you weren't in your classes! And who the [heck] is this?!" she snapped.
Paige stammered, "I… I… It- He…"

Colton kept his face hard in a mask of calm rage but he kept a grip on his temper of Paige’s sake, “I’m Colton, Mrs. Paige told me she hasn’t been feeling well today so she skipped, not wanting to bother anybody. She’s still be doing work, though, I saw it myself.”

Mrs. Turner pressed her lips into a thin, pale line.
“Then where were you all day?” she demanded, looking directly at Paige. “No one said that they saw you anywhere!”

“Mrs, I don’t think you should talk to her that way,” Colton said firmly, “And she was on the outskirts of the oval in a small alcove. I should her it the other day.”

“Don’t tell me how to talk to my daughter. Come on Paige,” she retorted, pulling Paige off. “You can ride home with me.”
Paige let out a soft whimper as her fingers were pried from Colton’s. She stumbled several steps before she regained her balance.

Colton glared, “I think that’s for Paige to decide and not you. She’d old enough to make her own choices and doesn’t need to be babied.”

Paige shook her head. “Colton, it’s fine,” she whispered. Her voice sounded strained.

“You don’t sound fine,” Colton said gently, “You shouldn’t let you mother control you.”

“I’m not controlling her, I’m deciding what’s best for her. Now, if you’ll excuse us…” Mrs. Turner marched smartly off towards the faculty and staff parking.

Before Paige could get any further, Colton pulled a small slip of paper out his pocket, “My number, if you ever need an escape.” He whispered, kissing her cheek before heading to his bike.

Paige smiled and buried the paper in her palm so her mother couldn’t take it. She got in the passenger side of the car and looked for him one last time before the car starter and Mrs. Turner ripped out of the parking lot. “I hope you’re happy…” she began.
Oh, I am, Paige thought, able to tune out most of her mother’s angry lecture with thoughts of Colton and the number pressed into her hand.

Colton started his engine and watched Paige pull out of the car park before he smirked and drove past them. He smirked over his shoulder and sped off.

The next day, Paige was at school, in all of her classes, looking extremely tired. She constantly was falling asleep in class, very unlike her, and startling herself awake.

Colton was on edge all day. He’d taken a pretty bad beating last night and was worried about Paige, making him extra snappy.

Paige looked desperately for Colton during lunch. She had to find him. She needed someone to talk to.

Colton was sitting at the far end of the cafeteria. He waved Paige over when he saw her.

She rushed over, her eyes clouded with emotion. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted before she even sat down.

Colton frowned a little, “What are you sorry for?” He asked gently.

“Yesterday… Everything… I didn’t mean for her to show up. I forgot. I’m sorry,” she rambled.

“Hey,” He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently, “It’s fine, that wasn’t your fault.”

Her eyes were wide, yet they still overflowed with pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whispered.